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Bloggers, Meet the Pod People -- Washington Post

real entry: I am wobbly today. Wobble wobble. Weebles wobble but they don't fall down. This is my first wobbly day in a week and it is kinda nice because it reminds me of the passengers. Everyone talks about how the second trimester of pregnancy is so great because you aren't sick anymore and aren't too big yet. And while I am enjoying those things, it is also easy to forget that you are pregnant at all. I was thinking this morning, that perhaps it is only easy for me because I know what it is like to be fatter than I was 4 months ago. I have gained 18 pounds and next to the 70 that I lost in the past year, this is nothing. I can barely tell. But to a "normal-sized" woman, this might be a horribly devastating development. Not for me! So, my state of wobble reminded me that I am growing two babies. And this made me so happy.

I am a happy wobbly plumpling and that is ok by me.